Dark Night, Bright Days


I woke up this morning and rolled out of my bed.
I had to find a way to get out of my head.

I try everything I can do to get through the pain.
But all I end up doing is destroying my veins.

I feel like I'm in prison and I'll never be free.
I've got two good eyes but I still can't see..

People will listen but they don't seem to hear.
It's not dying I'm scared of; it's living I fear.

God, I can't do this without You; I need You now.
Take control of my life and show me how.

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